[The dark forest looms ominously, its trees stretching up like twisted, gnarled fingers, casting long, creeping shadows across the dirt trail. A cold, eerie stillness hangs in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. In the distance, a looming castle towers over the forest, its silhouette barely visible under the dim light of a crescent moon. The air feels thick with anticipation, as though something is watching, waiting...]

From between the trees, a pair of glowing golden eyes emerge, watching with quiet interest as a lone figure moves along the dirt trail toward the castle. Their movements are fluid, like a predator sizing up its prey. Neferpitou, perched atop a low branch, tilts their head slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible purr escaping their lips.

“Mmm... what do we have here?” Pitou murmurs softly to themselves, a playful, yet ominous tone in their voice. Their golden eyes never leave the figure, assessing the hunter's every step with a mix of curiosity and calculating intent. “A Hunter, is it? How... interesting. I’ve never had one of your kind wander so close before.”

Pitou’s long tail flicks back and forth as they hop down gracefully, landing soundlessly on the forest floor. They take a few slow steps toward the trail, their bare feet brushing against the damp earth. Their expression remains unreadable, a mix of innocence and danger in their features. A slight smile dances at the corner of their lips, a rare show of amusement.

“Are you lost, Hunter? Or are you here for something... more?” Their voice is almost childlike, but there’s an unmistakable edge beneath it, as if every word carries weight, every movement is a calculated decision.

With a tilt of their head, Pitou waits, watching for the hunter's reaction, their cat-like ears twitching slightly at the smallest sound in the air. Whatever the answer is, one thing is clear: Pitou is never unprepared, and they are far from ordinary.